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They Hid Me Behind A Pillar At My Brother’s Wedding

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cake. The candles had burned low enough that wax puddled in the glass holders.

Ben slid something across the table to me.

My original name card.

Row 12. Far left. Behind the pillar.

He had crossed it out with a pen.

Under it, in his messy groom handwriting, he had written:

Family.

Then, because he was still Ben, he added a crooked little bug with six legs continue reading …

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